[Fic] Convince Me
Title: Convince Me
Pairing: Kris/Chanyeol/Baekhyun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, smut
Prompt: A Kris Chanyeol Baekhyun threesome where Baekhyun's their friend who is reluctant to admit that gay sex can ever feel good (and that he may be attracted to both of them), so Kris and Chanyeol are set to make him see otherwise. (by engaging in a threesome. also, if they could both "jump" Baekhyun when he was sleeping?)
***
Baekhyun half woke to lips against his neck, heated breath that made him jerk, reaching for his blanket. Wet kisses against his skin that had his toes curling as his shoulders were grasped with two hands.
He knew who it was, the measure of their breathing, even before the murmur of his name against his skin.
And a third hand slipped over his belly, and Baekhyun moaned. It was an extension of his dream, or maybe it had formed it, but it wasn’t moving away.
His eyes opened.
“Kris.”
“Yes.”
The hand on his stomach squeezed. “I’m here too,” Chanyeol said.
“If you let us, we’ll show you,” Kris said.
***
People stopped and stared in the streets. That’s how bad it was, Baekhyun mused. Of course, that was natural - there were two men over six feet tall walking side by side down the sidewalk. Chanyeol had a natural gait that was sometimes just shy of gamboling, and Kris walked as though the sidewalk under his feet was his and his alone. Low laughter and hand gestures, and smiles.
The thing was, they weren’t even twins. Maybe it would’ve been easier if they had been some kind of cute brothers out for a stroll. But when Baekhyun closed his eyes, he could see what strangers down the street couldn’t - and that was Chanyeol pressing Kris against the wall and kissing him. Or the other way around, or-
The point was, they saw two attention-grabbing guys, and Baekhyun saw a couple.
It wasn’t like they made out in front of him on purpose. He was fairly certain that there was no “let’s make out in front of Baekhyun” plot. But he saw things just by existing around them, because he lived with them. He heard things.
Chanyeol’s crisis of sexuality that lasted approximately half of his high school years. Not outwardly, and not in a way that Baekhyun feared for him. But by the time he was in college, that was behind him. When he’d come to Baekhyun saying that he’d made out with his first guy, Baekhyun had winced inside. Maybe because he didn’t understand the appeal. He liked girls. He liked making out with girls. Chanyeol liked making out with some girls, too, and Baekhyun mostly got that. He wasn’t fixed on one person or another. Chanyeol was an over-sharer by nature, so it was a bit nice to see him hold a few details back. He didn’t want to know all about the dicks of Chanyeol’s conquests.
Then Chanyeol had met Kris. And it was kind of like the world had dropped Chanyeol on his ass. When he talked about Kris, right at the start, he had some strange look in his eyes that was a cross between excitement and apprehension. Like it was too good a thing to last. And then they’d had their fifth date. And their six month anniversary. And then two years had gone by. More in sync than ever, it seemed. It gave Baekhyun a lot of time to see how the relationship work, and a lot of time to wonder.
He made the mistake of looking up gay porn online, and he’d been frozen before shutting it off. He read up on the mechanics of gay sex, just for curiosity’s sake. It wasn’t that he really wanted to imagine Chanyeol doing anything like that. That wasn’t the point. The point was, he didn’t get it. There was a block he wasn’t getting past.
***
“You were moaning Kris’s name,” Chanyeol said, his fingers tracing Baekhyun’s bely button.
Had he been? He knew his dreams had been filled with images. Porn had done nothing for him, but imagining Chanyeol and Kris together had unfolded all the uncomfortable fantasies, the things he had never wanted to remember.
He remembered asking Chanyeol if he liked sex with guys, and he’d gotten such a weird look.
If you let us, we’ll show you, Kris had said.
The sounds from Kris and Chanyeol’s room sometimes had him blasting music through his earphones. He’d seen Kris kneeling in front of Chanyeol, their hands meshing at Chanyeol’s hips. He saw, more than he ever meant to see in their smiles. And where the porn had not turned him on, somehow that would have him turning over on the bed and shutting down his brain so he didn’t think about it any more.
If only he’d been able to stop blushing every time Kris touched him, or feeling the urge to lean away when Chanyeol was near just to protect himself.
He felt Chanyeol’s fingers against his face. “Is it okay?”
Kris kissed his neck again. Maybe he had some kind of sign on top of his head that said he needed to be convinced on the merits of having sex with guys. Maybe moaning their names in his sleep had been too much.
He caught Chanyeol’s hand on his stomach with his own. He hadn’t wanted to want it. He hadn’t wanted to want them. But when he shifted their hands down, he was hard against Chanyeol’s palm and getting harder.
It couldn’t hurt. Oh, it could hurt, but that might mean he just didn’t like it. He could just go from not understanding to knowing it wasn’t his thing.
“Okay,” he said, his nose bumping into Chanyeol’s chin and startling himself.
“You say stop, we stop.”
“Okay,” Baekhyun said again.
“Kris’ll make you feel good,” Chanyeol promised.
Chanyeol.
He was adrift on the bed in the dark, with men on either side of him. Hands on him. Chanyeol had moved closer, removing his hand to Baekhyun’s regret and maybe shame. He must have been still half asleep, or too turned on to know better, or…
Chanyeol’s lips brushed the corner of his, and the fact that they had known each other over half their lives was nothing to the want that swamped him. He saw Chanyeol’s smile in his mind, the one that lit his eyes up, and he moaned as Chanyeol kissed him. The moment was too surreal, like a dream conjured as he lifted his hips and let Kris’s hands pull down his pajamas and underwear. He thought it was Kris.
He opened his mouth, brain wondering if Chanyeol wanted him or why they were doing it-
Chanyeol hadn’t wanted him, had he? He’d been with Kris so long, and-
It was like they could read his thoughts, in some terrible unison that destroyed him. Chanyeol murmuring his name against him, his tongue dragging against Baekhyun’s lips just as Kris’s hand slid up his thigh. His hand curled around Chanyeol’s arm, trying to anchor himself.
His chin was moved, wrested from Chanyeol’s, and he had only the time to gasp before Kris was kissing him, tongue sweeping his and hands rubbing his chest and stomach. Kris’s hands, Chanyeol’s, it didn’t matter.
He’d never had a threesome.
Correction. He was having a threesome. Moaning, denied Kris’s lips. Slick hands slid between his legs, over his erection, and his body flushed.
“Please,” he murmured, and the word was mumbled against Chanyeol’s mouth.
Kris’s hands.
How the topic even had come up, he didn’t know. Chanyeol had been so open to talking about it. “Some straight guys really like getting fingered,” Chanyeol had said, so enthusiastically that Baekhyun had wondered how much firsthand experience he had on that subject. “Have you ever gotten blown, and had your girlfriend… No? Kris is so great at that. It’s a whole other dimension.”
A mental image he could’ve lived without.
A mental image that had haunted him.
Chanyeol let him go, pressing kisses to his face as Kris’s finger teased and pressed.
His cock throbbed against Chanyeol’s hand, and he grunted at the sensation of Kris’s finger sliding into him.
“Good or bad?” Chanyeol asked, before Baekhyun could even remember what language was.
“Chanyeol,” Kris laughed. “Give him a moment.”
Or a lifetime. His lungs expanded, Kris’s teeth grazing the inside of his knee. The finger inside of him gently teased, and Chanyeol’s fingers were squeezing him, dragging up along him. It swamped him.
“I’m gonna-“
Chanyeol’s hand disappeared, and Kris retreated, and Baekhyun’s hand on Chanyeol’s arm was no longer to steady himself but to demand.
“Easy,” Chanyeol said. “Come too soon, though, and- We both want you. How long since you’ve gotten laid?”
“Long time,” Baekhyun croaked, trying to distract himself from the throbbing ache of being denied.
“How long have you wanted Kris?”
Such a long time. “You too,” Baekhyun said, but he wasn’t sure if it was incoherent or if he was.
“You liked a finger, so let’s see if you like more,” Kris said, near his collarbone.
“He’s a little smaller than me,” Chanyeol said, sounding smug for reasons Baekhyun didn’t immediately get. Kris wasn’t smaller. Kris was-
Oh. Oh fuck. Kris’s fingers were still teasing his ass but the bed depressed between his legs. Kris was going to-
“Oh?”
“He’s got a condom to put on, so don’t worry,” Chanyeol assured him, as though that was primary on his list of concerns. It should’ve been. He was glad, really. And he shuddered as Kris’s hand, hot and large, grasped his and wrapped his fingers around Kris’s cock. It was still bare, hot against his fingers. Not unfamiliar - he’d grabbed his own often enough - but he had a moment of wondering how that was smaller than Chanyeol’s, how that was going to feel good. Kris’s finger had felt big enough. He’d nearly come from that. Maybe more was too much, or-
“We’ll take it slow,” Kris said, as though he and Chanyeol would both be penetrating him at the same time.
“Yeah, our Baekhyunnie’s a virgin,” Chanyeol cooed before nibbling Baekhyun’s earlobe and petting Baekhyun’s chest.
“Was Kris your first?”
“No. But he’s the best,” Chanyeol said as Kris chuckled. “Don’t worry. Kris knows what he’s doing so you can relax. I love you.”
Maybe it was meant to relieve him, maybe it was meant as more.
“Chanyeol,” Baekhyun panted.
“You still want this?”
He felt like he might explode without it. He could make them go and jerk off and he’d have regretted it for the rest of his life.
“Yes. Kris. Oh fuck.”
Kris’s hand took his again, letting him feel the slick condom covering him, and in turn feel as it slid blunt and wide against his body.
“Relax,” Chanyeol urged.
“Push against me,” Kris ordered.
It seemed illogical. Push against to let in. But he tried. Tried to relax and do what his body screamed opposite of. Tight was pain, almost, discomfort, stretch and sting. So much lube, so slick, and Kris tried again - and Baekhyun’s whole body exploded in a chill as Kris slipped inside him. His hips took a slow buck. Any stimulation then, and he knew he would have come. And Kris was barely inside him.
Moment by moment, kiss by kiss, Kris slid deeper. Chanyeol’s lips sucking at his, thumb idling stroking at Baekhyun’s nipple.
“In,” Kris grunted.
All the way in. Baekhyun’s mouth tried to twitch into a smile and Chanyeol laughed against his cheek.
“Tight, I bet. Show him what you showed me.”
The first long slide, Kris pulling back only to bury himself again, was the most eye opening.
“I’m having sex with a guy,” Baekhyun blurted, his head coming up off the pillow.
Two guys. Two sets of hands and two-
Oh fuck. Kris with his perfect hands and pretty pouting lips was fucking him.
“I didn’t think you’d want this,” Chanyeol breathed. “Until I saw how you looked at Kris after he moved in. You always told me no, never, but you got turned on seeing us. Moaning Kris’s name.”
“You wanted me?” Baekhyun asked, his head turning toward Chanyeol’s voice. Almost too deep to fathom, rolling over him as surely as the movement of Kris’s hips.
“For years.”
Years. Kris lifted Baekhyun’s hips and took him. Chanyeol parted his lips with his tongue.
Baekhyun arched his back and moaned two names. Then gasped them. Then on a strangled moan pled with them as two hands jerked his cock, and another cock fucked him.
His head slammed back into the pillow, and he came. And came, and came.
He’d barely drawn half a dozen breaths, brain a haze, when he realized Kris’s hips were stuttering, coming inside him. He made a tiny sound and Chanyeol was so close he could feel his breath.
“He was good wasn’t he?”
Chanyeol’s laugh when Baekhyun attempted to bite his lip told him everything.
***
Kris was against him when Baekhyun woke from his brief nap. That he could tell should have frightened him, but it comforted him in a way.
“You okay?” Kris asked, touching his face. With clean hands, Baekhyun fervently assumed.
“Yeah,” Baekhyun said. He was pretty sure, anyway. Nothing hurt. Maybe his brain, trying to reconcile things. He could feel it, that he’d been fucked. That kind of surprised him. It wasn’t pain, just knowing.
“We didn’t really plan this Chanyeol suggested we make porn recommendations, maybe buy you a toy. This seemed more straightforward,” Kris said.
“Oh. I’m surprised he didn’t suggest making a sex tape,” Baekhyun muttered.
“He did.”
Baekhyun’s head spun imagining it.
“I worried about something like this happening when we were first dating. I knew he was attracted to you, and that you were good friends, so if you decided you wanted him, he was yours to take.”
If he could just have one second to get his brain back in order before getting swamped by the next thing.
“I’m not,” Baekhyun said, his brain still flopping. “I’m not trying to take your boyfriend.”
A little portion of his brain, barely heard but for something deep and subconscious, said that maybe it’d be nice to be taken by him, too.
“I know. But I think he wants to take you,” Kris teased, as though he was reading Baekhyun’s mind. “We wanted you. And when we knew you might want us, too? You’re important to both of us.”
“I could’ve kicked you out,” Baekhyun mused.
“Glad you didn’t.”
His fingers slid into Kris’s hair as they kissed. His skin seemed to tighten everywhere Kris touched, leaving trails of warmth and chills. He imagined Kris’s smile, the one that had sent shudders down him. There was a reason Chanyeol was his best friend. Chanyeol had seen more than Baekhyun had said. But there there was also a reason Chanyeol was with Kris. Kris had been so good for Chanyeol, steadying. He wasn’t sure what to think. They were inviting him to bed, but their relationship was distinct from that, surely.
The bed dipped, admitting Chanyeol against his back.
“Getting started without me?”
“Only just,” Kris said, leaving Baekhyun’s mouth.
And Baekhyun stared into the dark, hearing them kiss each other just above his head. Somehow it was more vivid for not being seen, and somehow… It calmed him. They were there, together. They wanted him, together. And when morning came, they’d figure out what that meant together, too. All Baekhyun had to do right then was enjoy the opportunity they were giving him.
He turned onto his back at their urging, and parted his lips for Chanyeol’s kisses. He felt not passive, but greedy. Raising his arms to loop around Chanyeol’s neck and demand more as Kris teased his neck and made him moan.
“Your turn?” Baekhyun murmured against Chanyeol’s mouth, and felt him hiss.
“You want-“
“Yes.”
What was one more? They’d already shown him that sex with a man could be something he wanted. Kris’s fingers were threaded through his, and he lifted his hips for Chanyeol’s hands. There were two pairs of lips kissing him, each distinct and wanting. Chanyeol eager, Kris demanding. Hands all over him. His cock hardened for Chanyeol as quickly as it had for Kris, breaths quick, shallow after Chanyeol slid into him.
Chanyeol might’ve been bigger, if only just. Chanyeol had been waiting, the only one who hadn’t come, and he wasn’t waiting a moment as soon as he knew Baekhyun was okay. Baekhyun’s hand reached, circling Kris’s half-hard cock and getting a moan for it. They weren’t the only ones who could surprise. He could feel a pulse through his fingers at every sound Chanyeol made and knew they were both as turned on by them. Quick and steady, Chanyeol’s body engulfing his, sweaty and hot.
Chanyeol keened above him.
“Easy,” Kris said, but it was too late - Chanyeol came.
He was more aware of that, Chanyeol’s deep rumbling moans, “Baek- Baekhyun-“ over and over.
“It’s okay,” Kris said, and Baekhyun wasn’t sure who he was talking to.
He breathed in the scent of sweat and musk, semen and mingled saliva, and felt decadently like he was at some orgy.
“Sorry,” Chanyeol huffed, like a collapsing dog.
“S’okay.”
He was still getting a little friction from Chanyeol’s moving stomach, and that was nice.
And he startled, as the bedside light was turned on, Chanyeol hovering above him. He could see the sweat beading his brow, his damp face and long eyelashes. And the wonky dip of his eyelids as he smiled down at Baekhyun, face intent even so.
“Sorry,” Chanyeol said again. “I want to- There’s something else I want.”
Baekhyun could hardly imagine. What else-
“Can I suck you?” Chanyeol asked, another condom dangling between two fingers.
Oh. Chanyeol’s mouth on him. Oh.
Baekhyun looked to Kris, belatedly realizing his hand was still gripping Kris’s erection. And stupidly, it made him blush as he got lost in Kris’s eyes. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for. Agreement, maybe. There was nothing forced in the way Kris smiled, or laughed.
“He’s begging me for it to be okay,” Kris said, ruffling Chanyeol’s hair and pushing on his shoulder. “Don’t leave him hanging.”
It was good that Kris kissed him as Chanyeol kissed wet all over his belly, fingers rolling the condom onto him. It kept him from thinking about what was happening, breaking apart before he could enjoy it.
Chanyeol’s lips parted around him, tongue thrashing and wild as Baekhyun squeaked and tried not to thrust up and gag him. He moaned, his fingers curling loosely in Chanyeol’s hair as Kris’s hand gripped his, kept him stroking. It didn’t take long before Kris came over his fist, and his moans only echoed Baekhyun’s.
When he came, he spilled into Chanyeol’s mouth with Kris’s lips against his cheek.
And he wondered how he would ever be okay with anything different.
“I want to try that,” he said, half unaware he was speaking out loud as his body throbbed. Maybe in the dark again, feeling Kris’s cock with his lips and fingertips. Maybe Chanyeol would be behind him. Beside him.
“Okay,” Kris said, and kissed him, settling heavy beside Baekhyun’s shoulder.
He had only a moment before the light went out to see Chanyeol’s face. His curled lips.
“Thanks,” he whispered against Chanyeol’s chin.
Chanyeol just nuzzled him and hummed. Sex with guys, he thought.
“You convinced me,” he said to the disinterested ceiling. Because the two men beside him were already asleep.
***
Pairing: Kris/Chanyeol/Baekhyun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, smut
Prompt: A Kris Chanyeol Baekhyun threesome where Baekhyun's their friend who is reluctant to admit that gay sex can ever feel good (and that he may be attracted to both of them), so Kris and Chanyeol are set to make him see otherwise. (by engaging in a threesome. also, if they could both "jump" Baekhyun when he was sleeping?)
***
Baekhyun half woke to lips against his neck, heated breath that made him jerk, reaching for his blanket. Wet kisses against his skin that had his toes curling as his shoulders were grasped with two hands.
He knew who it was, the measure of their breathing, even before the murmur of his name against his skin.
And a third hand slipped over his belly, and Baekhyun moaned. It was an extension of his dream, or maybe it had formed it, but it wasn’t moving away.
His eyes opened.
“Kris.”
“Yes.”
The hand on his stomach squeezed. “I’m here too,” Chanyeol said.
“If you let us, we’ll show you,” Kris said.
***
People stopped and stared in the streets. That’s how bad it was, Baekhyun mused. Of course, that was natural - there were two men over six feet tall walking side by side down the sidewalk. Chanyeol had a natural gait that was sometimes just shy of gamboling, and Kris walked as though the sidewalk under his feet was his and his alone. Low laughter and hand gestures, and smiles.
The thing was, they weren’t even twins. Maybe it would’ve been easier if they had been some kind of cute brothers out for a stroll. But when Baekhyun closed his eyes, he could see what strangers down the street couldn’t - and that was Chanyeol pressing Kris against the wall and kissing him. Or the other way around, or-
The point was, they saw two attention-grabbing guys, and Baekhyun saw a couple.
It wasn’t like they made out in front of him on purpose. He was fairly certain that there was no “let’s make out in front of Baekhyun” plot. But he saw things just by existing around them, because he lived with them. He heard things.
Chanyeol’s crisis of sexuality that lasted approximately half of his high school years. Not outwardly, and not in a way that Baekhyun feared for him. But by the time he was in college, that was behind him. When he’d come to Baekhyun saying that he’d made out with his first guy, Baekhyun had winced inside. Maybe because he didn’t understand the appeal. He liked girls. He liked making out with girls. Chanyeol liked making out with some girls, too, and Baekhyun mostly got that. He wasn’t fixed on one person or another. Chanyeol was an over-sharer by nature, so it was a bit nice to see him hold a few details back. He didn’t want to know all about the dicks of Chanyeol’s conquests.
Then Chanyeol had met Kris. And it was kind of like the world had dropped Chanyeol on his ass. When he talked about Kris, right at the start, he had some strange look in his eyes that was a cross between excitement and apprehension. Like it was too good a thing to last. And then they’d had their fifth date. And their six month anniversary. And then two years had gone by. More in sync than ever, it seemed. It gave Baekhyun a lot of time to see how the relationship work, and a lot of time to wonder.
He made the mistake of looking up gay porn online, and he’d been frozen before shutting it off. He read up on the mechanics of gay sex, just for curiosity’s sake. It wasn’t that he really wanted to imagine Chanyeol doing anything like that. That wasn’t the point. The point was, he didn’t get it. There was a block he wasn’t getting past.
***
“You were moaning Kris’s name,” Chanyeol said, his fingers tracing Baekhyun’s bely button.
Had he been? He knew his dreams had been filled with images. Porn had done nothing for him, but imagining Chanyeol and Kris together had unfolded all the uncomfortable fantasies, the things he had never wanted to remember.
He remembered asking Chanyeol if he liked sex with guys, and he’d gotten such a weird look.
If you let us, we’ll show you, Kris had said.
The sounds from Kris and Chanyeol’s room sometimes had him blasting music through his earphones. He’d seen Kris kneeling in front of Chanyeol, their hands meshing at Chanyeol’s hips. He saw, more than he ever meant to see in their smiles. And where the porn had not turned him on, somehow that would have him turning over on the bed and shutting down his brain so he didn’t think about it any more.
If only he’d been able to stop blushing every time Kris touched him, or feeling the urge to lean away when Chanyeol was near just to protect himself.
He felt Chanyeol’s fingers against his face. “Is it okay?”
Kris kissed his neck again. Maybe he had some kind of sign on top of his head that said he needed to be convinced on the merits of having sex with guys. Maybe moaning their names in his sleep had been too much.
He caught Chanyeol’s hand on his stomach with his own. He hadn’t wanted to want it. He hadn’t wanted to want them. But when he shifted their hands down, he was hard against Chanyeol’s palm and getting harder.
It couldn’t hurt. Oh, it could hurt, but that might mean he just didn’t like it. He could just go from not understanding to knowing it wasn’t his thing.
“Okay,” he said, his nose bumping into Chanyeol’s chin and startling himself.
“You say stop, we stop.”
“Okay,” Baekhyun said again.
“Kris’ll make you feel good,” Chanyeol promised.
Chanyeol.
He was adrift on the bed in the dark, with men on either side of him. Hands on him. Chanyeol had moved closer, removing his hand to Baekhyun’s regret and maybe shame. He must have been still half asleep, or too turned on to know better, or…
Chanyeol’s lips brushed the corner of his, and the fact that they had known each other over half their lives was nothing to the want that swamped him. He saw Chanyeol’s smile in his mind, the one that lit his eyes up, and he moaned as Chanyeol kissed him. The moment was too surreal, like a dream conjured as he lifted his hips and let Kris’s hands pull down his pajamas and underwear. He thought it was Kris.
He opened his mouth, brain wondering if Chanyeol wanted him or why they were doing it-
Chanyeol hadn’t wanted him, had he? He’d been with Kris so long, and-
It was like they could read his thoughts, in some terrible unison that destroyed him. Chanyeol murmuring his name against him, his tongue dragging against Baekhyun’s lips just as Kris’s hand slid up his thigh. His hand curled around Chanyeol’s arm, trying to anchor himself.
His chin was moved, wrested from Chanyeol’s, and he had only the time to gasp before Kris was kissing him, tongue sweeping his and hands rubbing his chest and stomach. Kris’s hands, Chanyeol’s, it didn’t matter.
He’d never had a threesome.
Correction. He was having a threesome. Moaning, denied Kris’s lips. Slick hands slid between his legs, over his erection, and his body flushed.
“Please,” he murmured, and the word was mumbled against Chanyeol’s mouth.
Kris’s hands.
How the topic even had come up, he didn’t know. Chanyeol had been so open to talking about it. “Some straight guys really like getting fingered,” Chanyeol had said, so enthusiastically that Baekhyun had wondered how much firsthand experience he had on that subject. “Have you ever gotten blown, and had your girlfriend… No? Kris is so great at that. It’s a whole other dimension.”
A mental image he could’ve lived without.
A mental image that had haunted him.
Chanyeol let him go, pressing kisses to his face as Kris’s finger teased and pressed.
His cock throbbed against Chanyeol’s hand, and he grunted at the sensation of Kris’s finger sliding into him.
“Good or bad?” Chanyeol asked, before Baekhyun could even remember what language was.
“Chanyeol,” Kris laughed. “Give him a moment.”
Or a lifetime. His lungs expanded, Kris’s teeth grazing the inside of his knee. The finger inside of him gently teased, and Chanyeol’s fingers were squeezing him, dragging up along him. It swamped him.
“I’m gonna-“
Chanyeol’s hand disappeared, and Kris retreated, and Baekhyun’s hand on Chanyeol’s arm was no longer to steady himself but to demand.
“Easy,” Chanyeol said. “Come too soon, though, and- We both want you. How long since you’ve gotten laid?”
“Long time,” Baekhyun croaked, trying to distract himself from the throbbing ache of being denied.
“How long have you wanted Kris?”
Such a long time. “You too,” Baekhyun said, but he wasn’t sure if it was incoherent or if he was.
“You liked a finger, so let’s see if you like more,” Kris said, near his collarbone.
“He’s a little smaller than me,” Chanyeol said, sounding smug for reasons Baekhyun didn’t immediately get. Kris wasn’t smaller. Kris was-
Oh. Oh fuck. Kris’s fingers were still teasing his ass but the bed depressed between his legs. Kris was going to-
“Oh?”
“He’s got a condom to put on, so don’t worry,” Chanyeol assured him, as though that was primary on his list of concerns. It should’ve been. He was glad, really. And he shuddered as Kris’s hand, hot and large, grasped his and wrapped his fingers around Kris’s cock. It was still bare, hot against his fingers. Not unfamiliar - he’d grabbed his own often enough - but he had a moment of wondering how that was smaller than Chanyeol’s, how that was going to feel good. Kris’s finger had felt big enough. He’d nearly come from that. Maybe more was too much, or-
“We’ll take it slow,” Kris said, as though he and Chanyeol would both be penetrating him at the same time.
“Yeah, our Baekhyunnie’s a virgin,” Chanyeol cooed before nibbling Baekhyun’s earlobe and petting Baekhyun’s chest.
“Was Kris your first?”
“No. But he’s the best,” Chanyeol said as Kris chuckled. “Don’t worry. Kris knows what he’s doing so you can relax. I love you.”
Maybe it was meant to relieve him, maybe it was meant as more.
“Chanyeol,” Baekhyun panted.
“You still want this?”
He felt like he might explode without it. He could make them go and jerk off and he’d have regretted it for the rest of his life.
“Yes. Kris. Oh fuck.”
Kris’s hand took his again, letting him feel the slick condom covering him, and in turn feel as it slid blunt and wide against his body.
“Relax,” Chanyeol urged.
“Push against me,” Kris ordered.
It seemed illogical. Push against to let in. But he tried. Tried to relax and do what his body screamed opposite of. Tight was pain, almost, discomfort, stretch and sting. So much lube, so slick, and Kris tried again - and Baekhyun’s whole body exploded in a chill as Kris slipped inside him. His hips took a slow buck. Any stimulation then, and he knew he would have come. And Kris was barely inside him.
Moment by moment, kiss by kiss, Kris slid deeper. Chanyeol’s lips sucking at his, thumb idling stroking at Baekhyun’s nipple.
“In,” Kris grunted.
All the way in. Baekhyun’s mouth tried to twitch into a smile and Chanyeol laughed against his cheek.
“Tight, I bet. Show him what you showed me.”
The first long slide, Kris pulling back only to bury himself again, was the most eye opening.
“I’m having sex with a guy,” Baekhyun blurted, his head coming up off the pillow.
Two guys. Two sets of hands and two-
Oh fuck. Kris with his perfect hands and pretty pouting lips was fucking him.
“I didn’t think you’d want this,” Chanyeol breathed. “Until I saw how you looked at Kris after he moved in. You always told me no, never, but you got turned on seeing us. Moaning Kris’s name.”
“You wanted me?” Baekhyun asked, his head turning toward Chanyeol’s voice. Almost too deep to fathom, rolling over him as surely as the movement of Kris’s hips.
“For years.”
Years. Kris lifted Baekhyun’s hips and took him. Chanyeol parted his lips with his tongue.
Baekhyun arched his back and moaned two names. Then gasped them. Then on a strangled moan pled with them as two hands jerked his cock, and another cock fucked him.
His head slammed back into the pillow, and he came. And came, and came.
He’d barely drawn half a dozen breaths, brain a haze, when he realized Kris’s hips were stuttering, coming inside him. He made a tiny sound and Chanyeol was so close he could feel his breath.
“He was good wasn’t he?”
Chanyeol’s laugh when Baekhyun attempted to bite his lip told him everything.
***
Kris was against him when Baekhyun woke from his brief nap. That he could tell should have frightened him, but it comforted him in a way.
“You okay?” Kris asked, touching his face. With clean hands, Baekhyun fervently assumed.
“Yeah,” Baekhyun said. He was pretty sure, anyway. Nothing hurt. Maybe his brain, trying to reconcile things. He could feel it, that he’d been fucked. That kind of surprised him. It wasn’t pain, just knowing.
“We didn’t really plan this Chanyeol suggested we make porn recommendations, maybe buy you a toy. This seemed more straightforward,” Kris said.
“Oh. I’m surprised he didn’t suggest making a sex tape,” Baekhyun muttered.
“He did.”
Baekhyun’s head spun imagining it.
“I worried about something like this happening when we were first dating. I knew he was attracted to you, and that you were good friends, so if you decided you wanted him, he was yours to take.”
If he could just have one second to get his brain back in order before getting swamped by the next thing.
“I’m not,” Baekhyun said, his brain still flopping. “I’m not trying to take your boyfriend.”
A little portion of his brain, barely heard but for something deep and subconscious, said that maybe it’d be nice to be taken by him, too.
“I know. But I think he wants to take you,” Kris teased, as though he was reading Baekhyun’s mind. “We wanted you. And when we knew you might want us, too? You’re important to both of us.”
“I could’ve kicked you out,” Baekhyun mused.
“Glad you didn’t.”
His fingers slid into Kris’s hair as they kissed. His skin seemed to tighten everywhere Kris touched, leaving trails of warmth and chills. He imagined Kris’s smile, the one that had sent shudders down him. There was a reason Chanyeol was his best friend. Chanyeol had seen more than Baekhyun had said. But there there was also a reason Chanyeol was with Kris. Kris had been so good for Chanyeol, steadying. He wasn’t sure what to think. They were inviting him to bed, but their relationship was distinct from that, surely.
The bed dipped, admitting Chanyeol against his back.
“Getting started without me?”
“Only just,” Kris said, leaving Baekhyun’s mouth.
And Baekhyun stared into the dark, hearing them kiss each other just above his head. Somehow it was more vivid for not being seen, and somehow… It calmed him. They were there, together. They wanted him, together. And when morning came, they’d figure out what that meant together, too. All Baekhyun had to do right then was enjoy the opportunity they were giving him.
He turned onto his back at their urging, and parted his lips for Chanyeol’s kisses. He felt not passive, but greedy. Raising his arms to loop around Chanyeol’s neck and demand more as Kris teased his neck and made him moan.
“Your turn?” Baekhyun murmured against Chanyeol’s mouth, and felt him hiss.
“You want-“
“Yes.”
What was one more? They’d already shown him that sex with a man could be something he wanted. Kris’s fingers were threaded through his, and he lifted his hips for Chanyeol’s hands. There were two pairs of lips kissing him, each distinct and wanting. Chanyeol eager, Kris demanding. Hands all over him. His cock hardened for Chanyeol as quickly as it had for Kris, breaths quick, shallow after Chanyeol slid into him.
Chanyeol might’ve been bigger, if only just. Chanyeol had been waiting, the only one who hadn’t come, and he wasn’t waiting a moment as soon as he knew Baekhyun was okay. Baekhyun’s hand reached, circling Kris’s half-hard cock and getting a moan for it. They weren’t the only ones who could surprise. He could feel a pulse through his fingers at every sound Chanyeol made and knew they were both as turned on by them. Quick and steady, Chanyeol’s body engulfing his, sweaty and hot.
Chanyeol keened above him.
“Easy,” Kris said, but it was too late - Chanyeol came.
He was more aware of that, Chanyeol’s deep rumbling moans, “Baek- Baekhyun-“ over and over.
“It’s okay,” Kris said, and Baekhyun wasn’t sure who he was talking to.
He breathed in the scent of sweat and musk, semen and mingled saliva, and felt decadently like he was at some orgy.
“Sorry,” Chanyeol huffed, like a collapsing dog.
“S’okay.”
He was still getting a little friction from Chanyeol’s moving stomach, and that was nice.
And he startled, as the bedside light was turned on, Chanyeol hovering above him. He could see the sweat beading his brow, his damp face and long eyelashes. And the wonky dip of his eyelids as he smiled down at Baekhyun, face intent even so.
“Sorry,” Chanyeol said again. “I want to- There’s something else I want.”
Baekhyun could hardly imagine. What else-
“Can I suck you?” Chanyeol asked, another condom dangling between two fingers.
Oh. Chanyeol’s mouth on him. Oh.
Baekhyun looked to Kris, belatedly realizing his hand was still gripping Kris’s erection. And stupidly, it made him blush as he got lost in Kris’s eyes. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for. Agreement, maybe. There was nothing forced in the way Kris smiled, or laughed.
“He’s begging me for it to be okay,” Kris said, ruffling Chanyeol’s hair and pushing on his shoulder. “Don’t leave him hanging.”
It was good that Kris kissed him as Chanyeol kissed wet all over his belly, fingers rolling the condom onto him. It kept him from thinking about what was happening, breaking apart before he could enjoy it.
Chanyeol’s lips parted around him, tongue thrashing and wild as Baekhyun squeaked and tried not to thrust up and gag him. He moaned, his fingers curling loosely in Chanyeol’s hair as Kris’s hand gripped his, kept him stroking. It didn’t take long before Kris came over his fist, and his moans only echoed Baekhyun’s.
When he came, he spilled into Chanyeol’s mouth with Kris’s lips against his cheek.
And he wondered how he would ever be okay with anything different.
“I want to try that,” he said, half unaware he was speaking out loud as his body throbbed. Maybe in the dark again, feeling Kris’s cock with his lips and fingertips. Maybe Chanyeol would be behind him. Beside him.
“Okay,” Kris said, and kissed him, settling heavy beside Baekhyun’s shoulder.
He had only a moment before the light went out to see Chanyeol’s face. His curled lips.
“Thanks,” he whispered against Chanyeol’s chin.
Chanyeol just nuzzled him and hummed. Sex with guys, he thought.
“You convinced me,” he said to the disinterested ceiling. Because the two men beside him were already asleep.
***